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Barters N Garters Library Chapter Four Hot, hot, hotter than Hell “When are you going to finish this?” Callestah the clone huffed. “You should have done it by now. Why don’t you just go to Colorado and bring that ungrateful woman back here by the scruff of her neck?” “I told you, Zeus will take care of this when he is ready.” All day and all night the woman bitched, whined, moaned and complained over things which were, for the moment, out of Ares’ control. All day and all night he listened to it until his temples pounded and the screeching of her voice became like nails on a chalks board. “It will take a little time, Callestah but it will come to pass.” Ares assured her tossing the mound of hides from his body and getting out of his warm bed, a bed which she had yet to share with him. In fact she hadn’t let him do so much as put an arm around her or kiss her since she’d returned from Calla’s home two nights ago. She was all twisted up into a fury ranting and raving about how she’d been cheated and how Ares had better put things right before they left this world. She was even more unruly than Calla had been last he saw her and she showed no remorse or regret from her bratty behavior and lack of manners. Now here she was in his bedroom ranting and raving to him in his sleep until he woke in a foul mood. “Why do you insist on calling me that when I am not her? It is not my name.” She bitched and turned her back on him. Ares had bent over backward trying to accommodate the woman and to remember that she was only two days old so therefore her manners probably weren’t what they should be but if she didn’t step up soon he’d be forced to teach her some. “It is the name your Mother gave you but if you insist, my dear, what shall I call you then?” “Megan,” she said without any hesitation. “I like Megan.” “I don’t I like Callestah, it means shining star.” Ares sneered as he swung those muscular tree trunks he called legs over the side of the bed and rose. “And Megan?” She huffed still with her back to him. “What’s wrong with it?” Ares couldn’t decide if she was brave or stupid to stand there like that no matter who you were it was unwise—at best—to turn your back on the God of War. The name suits you. “The name means strong bordering on violent. If you like it, I will try it…..Megan.” He intoned darkly. While he wants his Consort to be strong she should also be demur and wise enough to show deference to him. “Why don’t you get dressed?” The woman had been walking around naked for two days and simply refused to put any clothes on at all, she said it wasn’t natural and she had no need to clothe herself since there wasn’t anything wrong with her body. Ares reminded her that there were three men on the Island (one of which she didn’t have to worry so much about) she reminded him that there was a harem of eight whores ready to service all of them and that neither Nicholas nor Ares had any need to touch her to relieve their base desire. Needless to say this just was not working out the way he had planned. In an effort to ease their way and keep the peace, in his large hands appeared a familiar and very complete set of clothing; pair of blue jeans, green sweater and on his bed a dark green satin bra, matching pair of lacey panties, black stockings and long black wool coat, at the foot of the bed were a pair of black leather heeled boots. “Put these on, my dear, perhaps I will take you to the mainland if you do.” He invited hoping to find some common ground. The Original Callestah loved the mainland and the mortal world now that she was older maybe she’d like to experience the night life over there and he was happy to take her if it meant she’d stop bitching but….. Gazing at the mortal clothing in his hands she was insulted by his request. Surely Ares understood that she was a Goddess and if she were going to be clothed that only the finest threads would ever suit her. More than that, she knew the previous owner of those clothes and would not be confused with the demur little mouse. “No, it’s going to be a beautiful sunset I’m going for a walk along the beach.” Lady Megan exited his bedroom and then the cave without any further words. “Nicholas!” Ares bellowed once she was gone and a few moments later his Grandson entered the room. “Follow her.” “It’s an Island, where’s she going, Umpa?” Nick asked with a snotty tone. “Don’t question me just do it!” Ares roared, “that woman is too much like your Grandmother for her own good, only the Gods know what she might be up to. Go keep an eye on her.” Pawing through his ample closet. He’d been having the most erotic dream and was just about to complete the act when the woman woke him from his nap with that bitching whine and now Ares couldn’t find his favorite black tunic then remembered Callestah had left the island wearing it and let out a heavy sigh. The woman he’d created was nothing comparison to her. “Don’t touch her, I want her unspoiled.” He barked turning around to look at his Grandson and thought of how proud he should be of Nicholas but was not. Nothing was turning out the way he’d planned. Nothing was right. A shimmering glint came to Nicholas’ eyes and a small grin crossed his face. “What are you thinking bout?” Unspoiled, just like Annie had been when they first made love. So sweet. “My wife.” Nicholas replied sinking deeper into the daydream. “Yes well don’t worry about her, cute little thing like Annie I’m sure she won’t have any trouble finding a man to keep her warm at night.” Ares quipped pulling his favorite black leather vest from the closet and slipping into it. He watched the shine and grin fade from Nicholas’ face. “You didn’t think she’d pine away for you forever did you? Once we’re gone she’ll move on all women do.” Annie making love with another man? That idea just didn’t sit right with Nick. No, in fact that seemed all wrong. How could she do that? How could she just forget him and turn to someone else? She’d never do that to him after all she wasn’t like his slut-bitch Mother. Annie was sweeter than that. Then again the last time they were in bed he wasn’t much of a lover to her in fact looking back on the last few days Nicholas’ hardly recognized himself in there anywhere. “Stop standing there like a statute and go keep an eye on her.” Ares ordered his booming voice shaking Nicholas from the daze. Wild ideas and nasty memories swimming around in his head Nicholas sauntered out of Ares’ bedroom and out to the beach where he found her standing at the shoreline with her toes in the water. “Did he send you?” Megan asked without turning around. “I do not need a bodyguard.” “Look, Mom…” “I have never had a man let alone a child therefore I am not your Mother,” she spat vehemently. “Do not call me that, we have decided that I shall be called Megan and this is what you will say when you address me; Lady Megan. Is that clear, boy?” It was just that, well, it was just that Megan looked exactly like his Mother. “Sorry. Megan? Nice name. Umpa just wants to be sure you’r….” “It’s not my welfare he’s interested in.” She told him. “He just wants to know what I’m up to. You’re a bodyguard and a spy, dear Nicholas.” She rolled her green eyes and went back to gazing out at the deep blue sea. “While you’re here why don’t you tell me about her, about Callestah? Tell me why she will not give me David Jackson and why she will not leave that body and join with me.” While that wasn’t news to Nicholas, Umpa and Megan had been having very loud and lively discussions on the subject for the last day and half or so, he didn’t understand why Megan thought he would have the answers. “I don’t know why she won’t give up Uncle…” he stopped cleared his throat and went on; “why she won’t give up my Father to you, more than that I don’t know why you’d want him. He’s not a nice guy.” As for why the Goddess in Calla didn’t want to leave, well, that was an easy question to answer but he preferred not to. “Yet she sleeps with him and Daniel Jackson allows this not only that but he participates as well.” Her words made his stomach turn. Again Annie and their last night together went running through his head. For the first time since he left Colorado Nicholas felt truly guilty over it. It was wrong to do the things he’d done. “Annie,” he whispered to no one and the depths of how much he missed her began to sink in. Annie in the arms of someone else, some asshole like Sandy—thanks the Gods he was dead---or, worse, Jerry there was a real piece of work. Annie’d never fall for a guy like that and his bullshit she was smarter than that. Maybe two or three years from now she would find another man but Nicholas found that he was hoping she wouldn’t. “Who’s Annie?” Megan asked. “My wife.” “Your what? I dare say one would never know you were married by your actions the other night.” She groused and wiggled her bare toes into the warm sand. “What woman would marry you? You’re just as much Animal as he is.” She tossed her head toward the opening of the cave. “Must be in the Ichor. Do you intend to have your way with me as well?” Standing out here in the cold light of coming night with the light breeze kissing his face Nicholas felt the air rush out of him just as surely as if she’d punched him in the gut. Maybe he was only half Olympian but that didn’t mean he had to take shit from this little imposter. Didn’t have to listen to her talk about Annie or other members of his Family like this. Didn’t have to stand here and be judged by the likes of this little nothing. “If you hate Umpa so much why did you come here? Why do you stay here?” Nicholas asked taking a few steps toward her naked tanning body. “I’m pretty sure that Da---Daniel and my real Dad didn’t force you out of the Underworld.” “Why do you call Ares by such a childish name? Umpa, it’s what we say when we dance.” She chided with a cool grin and did just that, a little dance for him. Naked in the fading sun, standing on the shore of the deep blue sea, Lady Megan bent at the knees, snapped her fingers in time, kicked one leg out, rose, bent, kicked the other leg out, rose clapped her hands to together, turned around and said ‘oompa’ with a happy smile then she stopped just as suddenly as she’d started. “No they did not force me from Hades realm.” She turned her bare body fully toward him as her eyes narrowed and she took good measure of the young man in front of her and found him to be less than satisfying. “Let me tell you something boy, once you spend fifty or so years down there, you’ll do and say anything to get out here again as well.” Ares had been dubbed ‘Umpa’ by Nicholas who had trouble pronouncing several consonant sounds when he was small and could not say ‘Grandpa’, it always came out ‘Umpa’, and it stuck. Not that it was any of her business. Nick had been calling Ares Umpa a lot longer than she’d been breathing. “Lady Megan,” Nicholas said in the most regal voice he could muster, “you’re right, you’re not my Mother and I wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole. Even though Um….my Grandfather may believe otherwise, I know you’re not worthy of my time and attention.” He walked off toward the wooded area of the island where he could be alone and think. End Of Chapter Four This story and all stories in the Barters N Garters Library are copyrighted to Lisa Beth Darling these stories
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Lovers & Other Strangers
by
Moon Mistress
a/k/a
Lisa Beth Darling
Ya know she’s gonna leave ya well done
Hot, hot, hotter than Hell
She’ll burn ya like the Mid-day Sun.
Hotter Than Hell
KISS
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